Adam was sitting beside Evelyne in the stands now that Piers had gone down for his match.
Adam had hoped his friend's fight would be scheduled for the following day, but apparently the draw had not been so generous. Third round, against the original protagonist of this damned world.
Adam watched as his training partner made his way toward the battlefield, trying to appear confident, though he couldn't completely hide his nervousness.
On the other hand, the silence between him and Evelyne was uncomfortable, as it had been all day. She still refused to look at him directly, keeping her gaze fixed ahead with that serious expression that made it clear she was still upset.
Adam decided to try.
He turned slightly toward her and opened his mouth to speak. "Eve—"
"What do you want?" she cut in sharply without even looking at him.
